Page 119 of Off-Limits as Puck

“Hi,” I say softly.

“Vegas.”

She smiles.

I kiss her forehead first, then her cheek, then finally her mouth. Soft, careful, like relearning something precious I thought I’d lost forever. She tastes like wine and promises, and when she kisses me back, it’s with the kind of tenderness that breaks something open in my chest.

“Bedroom?” she whispers against my lips.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure I love you. I’m sure I want to be here. Everything else we can figure out as we go.”

My bedroom is dark except for streetlight filtering through curtains. We undress each other slowly, carefully, like we’reunwrapping something fragile. Her skin is warm under my hands, familiar but somehow new, marked by months of distance and growth.

“I missed you,” she breathes as I trace the line of her collarbone. “More than I let myself admit.”

“I know. I missed you too.”

I seek permission by dropping to my knees for her. I carefully remove her clothes as she runs her hands through my hair.

“Sit,” I command.

She sits on the bed, and I wrap her legs around my shoulders.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Dr. Clark.”

I don’t give her a second to reply, flicking my tongue on her clit and then fucking her opening with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. I get hungrier, more aggressive the more noise she makes.

“Reed,” she cries out, so I finger her.

Her back arches off the bed. I pump my dick a few times. Fuck, she’s everything.

I suck one last time, making her orgasm. Then I push my dick against her entrance. Every nerve ending comes alive. She cries out my name with clenched teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, and I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.

She’s finally allowing herself to enjoy this, enjoy me. Just like it was in Vegas. This is the most connected I’ve felt to her. She starts moving her hips on my cock, riding me like I’m a fucking horse. Bucking her hips, up and down and round and round.

I lean down and kiss her, needing her to understand how much I’ve missed this, craved her, need her. God, I need her like I need air.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “You have no idea how grateful I am that you flew out here. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

I kiss her and she starts moaning in my mouth, a second orgasming ripping through her body. I pound into her harder, unable to withhold my come any longer.

I come alongside her, grabbing her face and kissing those luscious lips.

“Okay?” I manage.

“Perfect. God, you feel...” She pulls me closer, legs wrapping around my waist. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

I fuck her until she begs me to stop, relearning rhythms and responses, building toward something that feels bigger than just physical release. When she comes for a third time, it’s with tears streaming down her face, and I follow her over the edge with her name breaking apart in my throat.

Afterward, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, both of us processing what just happened.

“Are you okay?” I ask, because she’s still crying quietly against my chest.

“Yeah. Yes. Just...” She wipes her eyes. “It’s been a long time since I felt this safe with someone.”

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